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Daddy Cupped My Breast
by J.E.Ashbourne (jennifereliseashbourne@yahoo.co.uk)

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A young girl has a strong sexual response to her father 
inadvertently touching her breast. (Mf, ped, inc, mast)

***

This happened.

I’m sixteen, but I don’t look it. I have to carry my 
passport when I go to the drug store or they won’t serve 
me. It’s embarrassing. I went to a spa with my friends 
and was told that the pool was just for sixteen and 
over. 

I was the only 16-year-old out of all of us. But I look 
13 or 14. I’m slim, my breasts are quite small, but I’m 
starting to get a nice shaped bum, and my legs are 
really long and shapely. I’ve got long strawberry blonde 
hair. I tried to dye it red from my natural blonde, and 
it just came out strawberry blonde.

This is something that happened the other day when I was 
home with my Dad and my little sister. Our computer is 
in my Dad’s room, so my little sister was watching 
Minecraft videos on Youtube and Dad was reading a book 
when I entered the room. We were always going into his 
room and we hardly ever knocked, unless the door was 
closed. I sat on the bottom of the bed and was talking 
to Dad as the Youtube videos ran in the background.

As we were talking, my sister was giggling at her video. 
I had my back to the video, so instead I went and lay 
down next to my Dad. He put his book down and put his 
arm around me as we watched my sister giggling, enjoying 
her innocent chuckle. It was warm and it felt great 
tucked under Dad’s arm. 

Maybe it was devilment, or maybe curiosity, but I adjust 
my position making Dad’s hand rest on my breast. I 
couldn’t believe it when he didn’t move it. But we were 
just talking away. I was talking about school and we 
were commenting on my sister’s videos.

I moved very slowly, millimetre at a time, to get his 
hand right over my right breast. It took about five 
minutes, and all the while I was getting more and more 
turned on. When I finished my breast was perfectly 
cupped by my Dad’s hand. 

If I hadn’t had a bra on my nipple would have been 
pressing firmly into the palm of his hand. As it was, it 
was pressed to the foam padding of my A cup bra. Even 
this made my nipple hard as I could feel the warmth of 
his hand and his weight pressing down on my swelling 
breast. 

I was getting wet. I could feel my excitement rising as 
that dull ache ran from deep inside my vagina, along its 
length, spreading over my burning pussy to my swelling 
pulsating bud. My light blue jeggins were tight as it 
was, but I crossed my legs as I put my hand over my 
Dad’s, pressing harder down onto my heaving breast. 

I have been able to do the best trick since I was eleven 
years old. If I cross my legs tight enough while I’m 
wearing clothes it presses onto my clit and excites me 
no end. I usually have to go and masturbate in my room 
when this happens, but now I was just enjoying my Daddy 
time far too much. So I squeezed my thighs together, 
wrapping my feet around my calves too so I was putting 
my pussy in a vice of ecstasy.

I asked my Dad something… anything… so that he would 
speak. And when he did I could feel the vibrations of 
his voice run through me, making me even wetter than 
before. But then it was my turn to speak, and I could 
“talk for England” my Dad says, so I start into a long 
ramble about nothing and I can’t even remember what I 
said because I was too concentrated with the mounting 
pressure between my legs. 

Dad says I talk shit anyway most of the time so I don’t 
suppose he noticed the garbage I was spouting, but all 
the while this pulsing beacon of hot wet fiery – almost 
painful – pleasure was making me go faster. I would 
squeeze my thighs together, crushing my bud, and then 
relax, releasing her poor sensitive self, only to be 
crushed again even more exquisite ecstasy.

I was talking faster as I squeezed my thighs and crushed 
my aching bud over and over, faster and faster. Even I 
could hear that I was breathless, but I just kept 
talking and talking, faster and faster, pressing dad’s 
hard firmer into my aching, aching breast mound, my 
nipple try to push through the fabric of my bra. 

Then I could feel it coming – that exquisite pee feeling 
building to a crescendo as I squeezed tight, locking my 
thighs and calves, bursting my bud with fireworks of wet 
tastiness as I bled hot soaking wet pleasure into my 
tightly bound knickers.

I lost my breath and squeezed my Dad’s hand making 
clench my bursting breast for one, two, three, four 
seconds! The tingling swept over my sweating skin like a 
nuclear explosion radiating out from its epicentre in my 
exploding crotch. It burnt like the best drug buzz you 
ever tried and loved to my twinkling toes and sizzling 
scalp.

And then it was over.

I relaxed, breathed out and finally unclamped my legs. I 
looked at Dad, but he was still looking at my sister’s 
youtube video.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I said, as I got up and started to 
scurry for the door.

“What for?” He said, confused.

“Just for being there when I need you,” I said, and I 
closed the door on my way out.

END

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http://jennifereliseashbo.wix.com/erotica)

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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